the flowers stare
on the mountainside
my vision destroyed by the fog
im in a cloud
and the dead trees
i see nothing
they breed new life in this ground
the flames react
taking form
and making dust
containing everything that has been here
and everything that will be here
watch the world burn to new ground
watching it burn proud and hastily
this flame eats and turns
to a fabric flowing in the breeze
i am a fabric
or a snake
waiting to find my home
where i will burn
and become
once again
the air and the ground